The circling roundabout of that hazy synth pad, the flaky joints, the stubble, those extra JJJJs, the “im tryna try”. Only the vague muscle memory of a hardcore dance, arms at right angles, synchronized briefly at 0.39, seems orchestrated.

Effortless, JJJJOSUE has shed the bare-chested eulogies and VHS grit of his 2015 debut for an autotuned ballad of blurring vowels, never going anywhere but gorgeous while it treads the water.

Who is this suburban boys-only cru that spend their days making videos and songs about spending their days smoking weed?